Biography of Natalie Bebbington
hi my name is Natalie Bebbington, i am 14 years old, i was born in Birmingham, but i currently live in Banbury, anything you wanna know about me then please feel free to email and ask me
Natalie Bebbington Poems
If School Were More Like Baseball
If school were more like baseball we'd only have to play. We'd hang out in the sunshine and run around all day.
Excuse Me Miss
Sam asked a question of his teacher, He asked it for the stern Miss Meacher, You wouldn't punish me would you? For something i that i did not do,
Gone High Tech
You may noticed, teacher, I am not in school today, But the tape deck on my desk, will record each word you say,
what is love, but an emotion, so strong and so pure, that nurturned and shared with another, all tests it will endure?
Welcome Back To School
'dear students, the summer has ended. The school year at last has begun. But this year is totally different. We're going to only have fun.
The School Day Begins
It's Monday morning at 7: 01, You're still hafl asleep; your homework is half done, Your shower is cold; your oatmeal's dry, Your mother forgets to kiss you good-bye,
love me in the springtime, when all is green and new, love me in the summer, when the sky is oh so blue, love me in the autumn, when the leaves are turning brown, love me in the wrinter, when the snow is falling down.
my love is like an ocean it goes down so deep, my love is like a rose whose beauty you want to keep.
love is the greatest feeling, love is like a play, love is what i feel for you, each and every day,
For lunch we ate the hot dogs, That chased the copy cats, That caught the computer mouse, i spit grit, That worried the spelling bee,
A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits needs a lift, A friend is someone we treasure for our friendship gift.
What I Love About You
i love the way you look at me, i love the way you kiss me, your lips are so soft and smooth.
My love, i have tried with all my being, to gasp a form comparable to thine own, but nothing seems worthy.
My love, i have tried with all my being,
to gasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy.
I know now why Shakespeare could not,
compare his love to a Summer's day,
it would be a crime to denounce the beauty,
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision,